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you here while T get help--he’s half delirious now."

"You must let me go," said Norah quietly. "T can--easily."

"You!" said her father, looking down at the steady face. "That won’t do,
dear--not across fifteen miles of lonely country. T-- " The Hermit cried out
suddenly, and tried to rise, and Mr. Linton had to hold him down gently,

but the struggle was a painful one, and when it was over the strong man’s
brow was wet. "Poor old chap!" he muttered brokenly.

Norah caught his arm.

"You see, T must go, Daddy," she said. "There’s no one else--and he’ll die!
Truly T can, Daddy--quite well. Bobs’ll look after me."

"Can you?" he said, looking down at her. "You’re sure you know the
track?"

"Course T can," said his daughter scornfully.

"T don’t see anything for it," Mr. Linton said, an anxious frown knitting his
brow. "His life hangs on getting help, and there’s no other way, T’ll have to

risk you, my little girl."

"There’s no risk," said Norah. "Don’t you worry, Daddy, dear. Just tell me
what you want."

Mr. Linton was writing hurriedly in his pocket-book.

"Send into Cunjee for Dr. Anderson as hard as a man can travel," he said
shortly. "Don’t wait for him, however; get Mrs. Brown to pack these things
from my medicine-chest, and let Billy get a fresh horse and bring them

back to me, and he needn’t be afraid of knocking his horse up. T’m afraid
we’re too late as it is. Can he find his way here?"

"He’s been here."